How about some hot and heavy group… study session?
From Torg Adventure
Every Sunday afternoon we hold a study session, helping each other with our weekend homework. Well, it’s more like a few of us gather around Amy at the dining room table and she gives us all the answers. Today only Gwen showed up, perky as ever. She never misses a study session even when she doesn’t have any homework.
“Hey there, shortie.” I tease, as I hover my hand above her short stature. Gwen bites her lip, trying her best not to giggle as she half heartedly pushes my arm away. “I hate you Max.” Gwen pouts as she wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug. I can feel her hard nipples dig into my stomach from underneath her Mickey Mouse t-shirt. She tilts her head down and looks up at me with bashful puppy dog eyes. “You are going to help me with my homework, aren’t you Maxi?” I hate it when she calls me that but for some reason I’ve never been able to refuse her when she gives me that look.
“Of course…” I answer as though the tiny pixie has cast a spell on me and when she smiles showing of her dimpled cheeks, I feel as though I have become putty in her hands. Gwen jumps up and lays a kiss square on my lips, as she wraps her arms around my neck holding me in place. The kiss seems to last forever and I can feel my sister Amy’s eyes on us.
“Okay kids,” Amy interrupts, “let’s get this homework out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of our weekend.” Gwen pulls away and I can sense a little embarrassment in her eyes, but also something else. Something very deep seeded and animalistic. I grab a chair across from Amy. Gwen pulls her chair up right next to me and we all get started. After about five minutes Gwen leans over the table as she props her hand against my thigh for support. All pretty innocent, but I can feel myself growing hard beneath the table nonetheless. “Hey Amy, umm… how do you solve this equation?” Her tiny hand shifts from my thigh to in between my legs. A slight turn of Gwen’s head and an impish grin lets me know that this is no accident.
Gwen’s childish antics where going to get us in trouble but I couldn’t resist nor did I want to as she slowly began to jerk me off. Gwen continues to ask Amy about her math homework, somehow managing to avoid detection as her hand speeds up. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return when Gwen’s hand suddenly stops moving. I wanted to scream with frustration but a quick glance from her assures me that she wasn’t just being a cock tease.
What happens next?
